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The first forewarning of this catastrophe had reached her, on hearing that Mirabel would not return to Monksmoor. Her worst fears had been thereafter confirmed by a letter from Cecilia, which had followed her to Netherwoods. From that moment, she, who had made others wretched, paid the penalty in suffering as keen as any that she had inflicted.
Wait a bit; I have something to ask you. How much longer are you obliged to stop here, teaching the girls to draw?" "I leave Netherwoods in three days more," Alban replied. "That's all right! You may be in time to bring Miss Emily to her senses, yet." "What do you mean?" "I mean if you don't stop it she will marry the parson." "I can't believe it, Mrs. Ellmother! I won't believe it!"
I have found her ready at last to acknowledge that she is ill, and inclined to believe that the change to Netherwoods has had something to do with it. I have advised her to take the course which you suggested, by leaving this house. Is it possible to dispense with the usual delay, when she gives notice to leave Miss de Sor's service?"
"Isn't it pretty?" she said, with an ostentatious appearance of changing the subject. Alban behaved like a monster; he began to talk of the weather. "I think this is the hottest day we have had," he said; "no wonder you want your fan. Netherwoods is an airless place at this season of the year." She controlled her temper.
From this time, it is the horrid memory of a crime. The crime has gone unpunished; the man has escaped others. He shall not escape Me." She paused, and looked at Mrs. Ellmother absently. "What did you say just now? You want to hear how I know what I know? Naturally! naturally! Sit down here sit down, my old friend, on the sofa with me and take your mind back to Netherwoods. Alban Morris " Mrs.
From this she advanced to the narrative of what had taken place at Netherwoods to the atrocious attempt to frighten her by means of the image of wax to the discovery made by Francine in the garden at night and to the circumstances under which that discovery had been communicated to Emily. Miss Ladd's face reddened with indignation. "Are you sure of all that you have said?" she asked.
She had been in service after that, on the breezy eastward coast of Kent. Would the change to the climate of Netherwoods produce any effect on Mrs. Ellmother? At her age, and with her seasoned constitution, would she feel it as those school-girls had felt it especially that one among them, who lived in the bracing air of the North, the air of Yorkshire?
In consequence of these drawbacks, the merchant's representatives had to choose between a proposal to use Netherwoods as a lunatic asylum, or to accept as tenant the respectable mistress of a fashionable and prosperous school. They decided in favor of Miss Ladd. The contemplated change in Francine's position was accomplished, in that vast house, without inconvenience.
Wyvil assisted them by advice which was equally wise and kind but which afterward proved, under the perverse influence of circumstances, to be advice that he had better not have given. The letter to Emily which Cecilia had recommended to her father's consideration, had come from Netherwoods, and had been written by Alban Morris.
"I have some news for you that you little expect," he said. "A telegram has just arrived from Netherwoods. Mr. Alban Morris has got leave of absence, and is coming here to-morrow." Time at Monksmoor had advanced to the half hour before dinner, on Saturday evening. Cecilia and Francine, Mr. Wyvil and Mirabel, were loitering in the conservatory.
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